poem – Page 117 – Hearts Still Care

For now time has stilled in memory.

Published on January 27, 2008December 15, 2023 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

Monsoons cascade over my sweltering skies,

The sun’s glare no longer hurts my eyes,

The koél sings and with it my heart flies;

For now, time has stilled in memory.

The cool wind blows in from clouds wide and grey,

There is slanted light and heat’s kept at bay;

All is fresh: this is how I like my day;

For now time has stilled in memory

I lay my head down and call soft to sleep

And see what dreams I shall get to keep,

Floating along with stars in skies so deep;

For now time has stilled in memory

Through my half-closed eyes, I see the moon,

Peeking through the clouds to hear earth’s tune,

As it welcomes rain as a blesséd boon;

For now, time has stilled in memory.

I hear no sound now, for none are near me,

Some I’ve pushed away, most have set me free,

I’ve no room for pain, it, too, leaves me be;

For now time has stilled in memory

4 July 2007.

To R. P.

Published on January 27, 2008December 15, 2023 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

The moon has gone through her phases, so have I,

So has life, so has the World around me;

I’ve watched Friendship flower, wither and die –

First day; now it is Night that surrounds me.

In phases, they came – who chose to be friends;

In phases, they went, are going, shall go;

In short, everything, that matters, ends –

Our link’s, perchance, caught in this undertow…

But our link isn’t strained, let alone ended,

Come, let us make most of this happy night.

In Woe or Fear were you not befriended:

Our flower still blooms, unwary of Blight.

Hope and Love bless the smiles of you and me;

And, perchance, forever shall we happy be.

19 December, 2007.

Frodo’s Song.

Published on January 27, 2008March 3, 2023 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

I walk toward Doom and all before me is dark;

There is nothing between me and this wheel of fire.

All these flames are cold; there burns not even one spark

That can light this ambivalent destiny’s pyre.

An ally has borne me across these miles of strife

But the one has haunted even his quiet might

And all that comes to last of his and my life

Is a hope: bereft of reason and out of sight.